Eyes brimming with curiosity and know.
They wait They wait clicking their fingers with cool slick slick.
Laughter foaming high and wide they scream yeah yeah yeah.
Looking at each each other with conceit of job accomplished.
Pursue Pursue we have the right to chase a like of cheese sublime.
Raising hand with mocking lies they ponder clear and obscure the thoughts and deeds of past and now.
Blasé they saunter we did the deed we did the deed and now we plunder the sweet.
But the sweet became a poison true not real but clear it came for another is not a time but a passage of the now and the not of the future.
For it became clear as the sun is hung that a dog is but a dog and whore is just a whore.
By
Felicia McCaw
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